by Ellie Rhymer
We used to sleep
Skin to skin
Sharing sweat and breath
And I would wake
My arms around you
Palm beneath your breast.
My hands were pins and needles
And I couldn’t feel the touch
And you couldn’t feel it either
Because you
Like my hands
Were asleep.
Ellie Rhymer was raised in the Mount Washington Valley, and though she often wanders very far across the globe, she always returns home for the fall. She is a poet and a writer of science fiction and fantasy short stories.
Tory Eichler graduated with the Class of 2015 from ConVal High School in Peterborough, New Hampshire. She is an avid dancer and entered the Conservatory of Performing Arts at Point Park University in August to pursue a career in dance. During her time at ConVal she enjoyed experimenting with fine art, particularly drawing. She created a ten piece pencil drawing series in her senior year, titled “Distractions,” which can be seen at www.toryredfern.tumblr.com.
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